tuesday 04/03/2018 23:32
Sunday afternoon was when I first noticed how young cops are. There were a lot of them haunting around the St. Stupid’s Day Parade and the party/rally thing they have afterwards in the public playground, and we (we was Wolf and me) marched and got high and were Stupid, and i was having fun noticing things.
Law dogs, for instance.
This last sunday which was April Fools’ which was Easter which is my 3rd-favorite Patti Smith Group album, which was Eostara.
It almost looked like an April Fools’ visual i’d had tricked on me, how many, if not indeed most, if not indeed nearly all the police personnel on view looked like they were in their twenties, mid thirties maxi.
Whenever I see a uniformed law dog now, I quick-count their appearance for their years, and the police are young. They even get younger.
Seriously. Ever since last Sunday afternoon, whenever I twig to the close presence of a police person, the second or third thing I check out about them is what age they present as (yes, perhaps there’s been some slight confirmation bias). My observations indicate that cops are all younger than me now. And these heavily armed young people expect to be taken seriously.
*Cops are all younger than me.*When did that happen?
On further reflection it connects with something else about cops i noticed quite some time ago–that is, it has been a long time since a policeman i was having an interaction with, had called me “son”. Since that was always an obnoxious experience*, I’m glad my eligibility for it seems to have passed by quietly without my notice.
*take my word for it: if you are a man, and a police officer in pursuit of his prerogative, who is not your actual father, calls you “son”, you’ve been insulted.